Whoever loses, we win.
Whoever loses, we win.
In T.O. it’d be a pigeon, not a rat, though. (Some would argue, ‘what’s the difference’, but, hey.)
DO NOT, MY FRIENDS, BECOME ADDICTED TO WATER. IT WILL TAKE HOLD OF YOU, AND YOU WILL RESENT ITS ABSENCE.
Ask him if he wants to come back to the kitchen and wash his own dishes while he’s at it.
Today I had to disable Copilot in Notepad.
Notepad.
The shitty word editor that you use to jot down your shitty writing before copypasting it into somewhere else to put actual work into it.
You’re telling me I can’t change the shitty line-spacing in shitty Notepad, but I can get a top-of-the-line corporate LLM to help me with my purposely shitty writing?
#keepnotepadshitty
There may come a day
When we meet Hanako at Embers
But it is not this day
Yes, last Tuesday night…
For a second I thought this said “Hotdog for Sale”.
No, I would not purchase it.
I’m gonna need more rope!
Drilling out all the plaque from between my teeth. After the first session, I almost teared up at being able to feel the spaces between my teeth with my tongue again. Pretty nasty.
So I didn’t go to the dentist for about 15 years. I had disgustingly visible buildups of calcified plaque around my bottom front row, and was becoming seriously self conscious about smiling because of it. All my wisdom teeth were still in, but only a couple of them were visible at all. Then one day I took a big bite of a taco, and all of a sudden it felt like I got punched in the jaw at the mandible joint. So I went into panic/maintenance mode, and booked doctors and dentist appointments asap, catastrophising that one of my wisdom teeth had somehow grown up into my jaw and was going to dislocate it, or something. It was a fucking delicious taco, too.
Anyway, turned out my wisdom teeth were fine, if fact the dentist was amazed at how well my teeth were holding up considering how badly I treated them/ignored them. Only one cavity, the only cavity I’ve ever had in my life, and in a wisdom tooth that could be easily removed, at that. So I got that pulled out promptly, which was one of the most disgusting experiences of my life.
Turned out the cartilage between my jaw and my skull had gradually slipped loose, and the bone was rubbing up against bone. Six months of jaw therapy and multiple awful, painful, and bloody dentist visits later, my mouth is back to normal, my jaw doesn’t click any more, and my teeth are looking great.
And now, I cannot, for the life of me, fall asleep at night without flossing first.
I have the opposite of this. I get songs stuck in my head all the time, and they fluctuate depending on which room of the house I’m in. If I go back to the kitchen to get something, I’ll hear the same song I had stuck in my head the last time I was in there. It’s completely useless.
I’d also put Still Wakes the Deep on that list.
If it was from the zoo… it would have PROPERTY OF THE ZOO STAMPED ON IT
JD: “Actually, wait, give the list to us first and then we’ll release it. I just wanna check something real quick.”
“There’s only one Blade. Only ever gonna be one Blade.”